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The fake Moody walked right up to Harry and dropped his hand on his shoulder. "Been practicing for the last task, Potter?" he asked.

"Of course, Professor," replied Harry.

"Any ideas about what you'll be facing?" asked the impostor.

"Just creatures Hagrid would consider 'misunderstood', and all sorts of charms, hexes, and curses placed as traps, probably," replied Harry.

The imposter gave a very Moody-like grunt and patted Harry's shoulder twice before he said, "I think you're on the right track, lad. I have every faith in you."

Before anyone could say anything, he quickly stalked off to walk into the Great Hall.

Luna quickly glanced at Hermione, who grinned back and gave a slight nod, and patted her side. Hermione was so amused, she had successfully transferred her "contraceptive" for Moody's "alcohol". The girls had decided to move up the fun without letting Harry know. They liked keeping Harry on his toes.

{S}

It was a nice dinner. Surprisingly, Amelia Bones, Barty Crouch Senior, Cornelius Fudge, and Dolores Umbridge were at the teachers' table tonight. Narcissa just smirked when it was noted.

Harry's team was keeping a close watch on Barty Junior, who was sitting at the head table. When he took a swig of his flask Hermione nudged Daphne under the table.

Luna whispered to Susan to watch the head table, as soon as she saw the effects of the Polyjuice Potion begin to wear off Susan yelled, "Something seems to be wrong with Professor Moody."

That had all eyes turn to Barty Junior as he quickly fumbled for his flask again, pulling it out and flicking the cap off before taking another huge swig. As he was doing so, the features of his face began to shift under the skin and his hair darkened.

"That looks like the effects of Polyjuice wearing off," shouted Snape of all people.

As soon as his body stopped contorting, Crouch snatched the straps holding the now useless magical eye in a place away and reached for his wand while trying to stand and failing. Madam Bones already had her wand out. She yelled out, "Stupefy!" Barty fell over stunned.

"Barty Crouch Junior," exclaimed a surprised Snape, as the Hall burst into surprised chatter.

"Impossible, he is dead!" Minister Fudge screamed.

"I am sorry, minster. I saw him when I spent some time as a guard at Azkaban." Amelia said.

"Fine, since he escaped Azkaban; take him back there and kiss administered as soon as you get there." Fudge demanded.

"We need to…" Amelia started.

"Have him kissed immediately! That is an order! If you cannot do that, I will find someone else to lead the DMLE!" Cornelius barked. Amelia scowled.

Daphne heard that. "Tell your aunt we know the details. We will send her an owl with the information." She whispered into her ear. Susan quickly ran up to her aunt and said something. Amelia nodded then levitated Fudge Junior out of the hall.

Hermione shouted, "Headmaster, I wonder how it is that someone you called a friend for the past fifty years could be impersonated by a Death Eater and you had no idea? Well for the physical part, I do!"

With a snort, she said, "Polyjuice requires the person who you're impersonating to be somewhat handy for the final ingredient for, and when, you need it. Maybe you should think about sending someone to the Dah-Dah offices and see if the real Moody's there, somewhere, under enchantments of some sort."

Dumbledore scowled back and quickly left the Hall.

"What the fuck was that?" Harry asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about dear," Hermione replied.

{M}

Amelia Bones

Aunty

To answer your questions; Daphne Greengrass and I may have asked questions of Professor Moody aka Crouch Junior during a veritaserum accident. That accident may have led to someone altering his Polyjuice.

Since at the time, Crouch Senior is protected until the tournament ends, there was no rush.

This is what you need to know. Mrs. Crouch was dying. Her last wish was to release Crouch Junior since he was also dying in Azkaban. They swapped using Polyjuice and the fact that dementors cannot see. They could only feel that the prisoner was dying. One of the visitors was dying. Simple swop. Junior was taken care of by a house elf and was imperioused by his dad. At the quidditch world cup; he broke free and stole a wand. He was the one who cast the dark mark there. Somehow, he got ahold of his old friends after that.

He was also the one who put Harry's name into the goblet of fire. He did not have any details but he was told to do that.

Somehow there is a plot involving death eaters, Harry, and this tournament.

Please send Aurors you trust for the last task.

You're Niece

Susan

PS: The memory enclosed is the above chat with "Moody".

{N}

Death Eaters hide at Hogwarts

Yesterday, it came out that the retired Auror Alastor Moody; the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher of Hogwarts this year was not Alastor Moody.

Due to issues with Polyjuice; the potion the imposter used failed.

The imposter was Bartemius Crouch Junior.

A convicted death eater that was supposed to have died at Azkaban. Well, after being caught by the Aurors having dinner at Hogwarts, he was sent back to Azkaban where he received the dementor's kiss.

The Ministry of Magic has declined comment.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts has not responded.

The Prophet still has questions about Hogwarts's Wards or why a longtime friend of Dumbledore was not exposed for his deception.

Rita Skeeter-Correspondent.

{l}

"Tonight, is your reward my snake. But why is Mione here?" Harry said as he stripped naked.

"I was ready that first night. It has been so long since… since before Draco's birth." Cissa said with a sigh. "I have never had reservations about giving myself to you. I have no reservations about being with Hermione even before that.

Hermione is letting me have you so why should I not include her? That is if you both are willing?" Both Narcissa and Hermione dropped their robes. Underneath they wore stay-ups and suspenders.

"I want us to be together," Hermione said and turned the girl in her arms back to Harry. "Are we good?" She asked him.

"Yes, of course." His arms came up and the girls fell atop him, pushing him back on the bed. Cissa was pressed tightly against his chest, her breasts squashed up against him. "You are going to shag her, then me; then whichever one of us can after that. Is that alright?" She asked, her face hovering over his. When he nodded, she slowly brought her freshly painted lips down on his.

He hardly dared move, except to keep his lips with hers. Both of their mouths were slightly open as their tongues fought for dominance.

"I want this." She said into his mouth. "Touch me." And her lips became more insistent, tongue snaking between his lips to brush against his.

Cissa moved further up his torso until her breasts were beside his head and they could no longer kiss. Then Hermione straddles his hips to take him into herself.

His new lover shifted to the side, brushing her breast and nipples across his cheeks and over his mouth. He latched on, to her second pass. She stilled her arms on the bed for support.

Cissa was startled when he hissed, her nipple was drawn taught in his mouth, and the most intense pleasure she'd ever imagined went through her body.

"Good girl my pet," Hermione said from behind her. She slid her long fingers along the wet slit, pausing as she reached the nub to pinch it. "Now give him your other teat." She punctuated the order by working three of her fingers into Narcissa's dripping cunt.

Cissa shifted her torso to bring her other breast to his mouth. Hermione started working Harry to his culmination, leaning back to reach her other hand down to tickle his balls with her nails, while hooking her fingers to anchor her to the blonde. She shivered in her pleasure and flicked her head to get her hair out of her eyes, then focused her attention on moving faster, squeezing him with each stroke. The fingers of her right hand, buried in Narcissa, were fucking the raven hair lady fairly hard as she bounced on him. She twisted her arm a bit farther and was able to get her thumb over her lover's clit and pressed on it.

Harry just managed to repeat his Parseltongue performance on Narcissa's other nipple and he erupted into Hermione.

The three of them lay there, each recovering from their peak. Hermione was first, slipping her fingers free of the sopping hole and licking them clean before sliding down on the bed and using her wand to clean them off.

Narcissa rolled onto her back, leaving the dripping slit bare. It would take the lady a while to recover from her first encounter with Harry's talented tongue.

The fabled dark lady was a pile of goo. The sight caused Hermione to giggle at his dazed expression. "Go on, fuck her. She's ready, maybe a bit too ready."

Hermione wrapped her fingers around his shaft making it spring back to life than kissed him roughly.

"Hareee," Narcissa whined, grabbing his arm. "My turn!"

"Are you sure Cissa?" Harry asked her.

She gave him a grin. She spread herself open to him and dipped a long, red-tipped finger inside herself. It then went deep into her mouth and she sucked it clean. "Yep, I'm ready to be shagged by you."

He was over her a moment later and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock slid around as she initially tried to help. When she kept her hips still, he slid into her, causing them both to freeze a moment. Harry then slammed forward. When Harry bottomed out, that caused Narcissa to cry out harder. Then he started moving while she tried to learn how to move her hips.

"Oh, Cis," Hermione said, knee-walking around them on the bed. "Lick me!"

"I'm hungry, give it here."

"What?" Harry said, slowing in his fucking of this wonderful new cunt.

"I promised her an entire load of yours to feast on and have her clean me out." Hermione said in her soft husky voice."

Oh, I felt him twitch to that, I think he likes that idea." Narcissa said with a grin. She pulled him down for another kiss and then pushed his chest up until he was sitting between her splayed legs.

"Put her legs on your shoulders, Harry," Hermione said and squatted over Narcissa's face.

The milf eagerly reached her tongue up and went to work, wrapping her arms around Hermione's thighs.

Hermione grinned and moved Harry's hands to grope her. "Isn't she just a perfect cock sleeve? Fuck her cunt. Make her yours." She moaned into his ear, making him wild.

When he was getting close, Hermione snaked her hand between them to pinch one of Narcissa's hard nipples. That caused her to cinch down on his length. He could only manage a grunt; lost as he was. Harry froze for a few seconds, every muscle in his body seemed to be clenching at once, and then he collapsed to the side, taking the girls with him. He lay there panting as Hermione struggled to move, even as she experienced aftershocks.

"So, my turn for dessert," Hermione said and then dug her tongue into the milf's dripping cunt to scoop out Harry's seed as he lay there stunned at the sight.

{S}

Harry entered the classroom where Barty Crouch Senior was waiting for him. Harry activated a recording crystal. Something about this meeting was off.

"You needed to see me, sir?" Harry asked.

"Close the door, Harry, we need to talk in private," Barty said. As Harry did so and started to turn back to Crouch. "Stupefy!"

Harry woke tied to a chair. Barty grabbed his nose. When he opened his mouth, Barty poured some liquid into his mouth.

"What is your name?" Barty asked.

"Harry James Potter."

"Did you do anything to my son's Polyjuice potion?"

"No," Harry said fighting to not say more.

"Do you know why he put your name in the goblet of fire?"

"No. I think it is a plot from Tom Riddle." Harry replied.

"Do you have a plan to win the last task?"

"Yes, I plan to win it."

"Good, that is very good," Barty said.

There was a knock at the door. Barty put some other liquid in his mouth. "Obliviate," Barty said.

"Harry, thank you for clearing that up. I look forward to your performance on the last task. Barty said dismissing him. Harry smiled. He knew something happen but until he looked at the recording crystal; he wouldn't know exactly what.

{S}

There was a knock at the apartment door. Harry got up to answer the door.

"Afternoon Croaker. Why are you here?" Harry asked.

"We need to talk. Daphne summoned me." Croaker responded.

"Okay, come in." Harry said.

The girls looked up from where they were all studying at the table. "Welcome Croaker." They all sing songed.

"Ladies." Croaker replied as he put a box of potions on the table. "These are your monthly anti-pregnancy potions and a special potion just for your Animagus."

"Animagus potion?" Hermione asked.

"Wolves go into heat. I don't think you want Harry aroused. It could lead to him mounting you, regardless of your current form." Croaker smirked. The girls all cringed and blushed. Luna looked excited.

"Now, why did you need me, Miss Greengrass?" Croaker asked.

"I was listening to a meeting with Crouch Senior and Harry. Crouch obliviated him. I want his memories restored. I interrupted the meeting. After you do that, I need to tell you what we learned from Crouch Junior." Daphne said.

Croaker brought out his wand, spoke in an unknown language waved his wand over Harry.

"Really!!! Harry, your team is very surprising. They are better than I would have even imagined." Croaker said with pride. The girls blushed again.

"Daphne, if you will?" Harry asked.

"Okay, Junior put your name into the goblet because Voldy either wanted you to die in the tasks or win. If you win, the goblet will portkey you to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. Senior asked Harry if he learned anything from Junior. Harry of course knew nothing. We think that senior is being imperioused; if so, then it would have to be by someone other than Junior." Daphne said.

"Croaker, do you have any clue why Voldy would want Harry kidnapped?" Hermione asked.

"And why send him to the graveyard?" Susan asked.

"I will think about it. Perhaps you can do a recon of that area?" Croaker asked.

"Arrrrr!" Luna howled.

"Yeah, we will, and Luna is right, we will go as a pack of wolves so there is no way we can be identified. Though I am a bit upset we can't wear our fancy robes and masks." Hermione said with a huff.

{l}

The girls had entered their special common room and found only one chair and a cushion in front of it, and three colored squares on the floor. Harry was nude and sitting in the chair.

"Well, my loves, it is time to both reward you for finishing off Barty Crouch Junior and punish you for not telling me you were going to do so. Strip. No talking." Harry ordered.

"Daphne, you go to the blue square."

When Daphne entered the blue square five disks flew out from the shadows. They attached themselves to her arsehole, core entrance, clit, and nipples.

"Susan, red square."

When she entered; dildoes that were replicas of Harry's length appeared in front of her face, arsehole, core, chest, and by each hand.

"Luna, last square."

When she did, she disappeared in a mass of black tentacles. "Luna, the tentacles will sting you all over. Half of the stings will be as bad as a bullet ant, sting; the other half will give you and pleasure just short of an orgasm." Luna did not know if she was in Heaven or Hell. She had only herself to blame. She had found the spells to create this situation. She gave them to Hermione. So now she was feeling that maybe she had asked for too much.

"Mione, on the cushion. You will please me until your mind says enough. I have taken potions so it should be fun." Hermione was staring at Harry in fear. This was it. She wanted her intellect turned against her. In a way that was both humiliating and pleasurable. Harry had included an escape for when it was really too much. But before that, she would have to face, and be punished by her own creation. It reminded her of "The Modern Prometheus". Only she knew her monster would make her regret her choices from the start. Worse, she needed this. She wanted this. It would be both cathartic and devastating.

Hermione did as ordered. She was a bit worried because Harry's length was already hard and dripping precum.

"Now when I say a word, we shall begin. Daph, your square will bring you to the peak but not let you go over. That is until you are willing to be shagged on a table in the great hall during dinner. Your fantasy, have your ice-queen persona shattered once. Susan, yours is to be the ultimate bad girl, to be ganged, all holes filled and then sum. Until you beg for it to stop. Luna, you want to experience pain and pleasure until your mind is about to snap. Screaming all the while. My Mione, you will please me with all your holes, and hands until you are satisfied I am happy."

"Since you are all curious, this was set up with a book, Luna, found, on dark sexual magic. Curtailed by magic Mione found. Magic will keep everything clean. Sustained, and like Luna, silenced, and her throat protected so her screaming will do her no harm. We are also protected from exhaustion. Oh, and Mione, this will probably last all weekend so no homework or studying. Worse, you told me I did not need to know. We will use Monday as a recovery day. I know us missing one day of classes will not harm us scholastically. But it will further punish Mione. Nod if you are ready."

All the girls nodded. Harry said, heaven and hell. The devices started as Mione got to work on Harry with her mouth on his length.

Hermione was the first to tap out. Hermione was correct. She was ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated. Her mind had struck her to her core. It was the worst time of her life. She had been put into hell. It was best time of her life. Her intellect had put her where she wanted to go. Going forward, she would think if this was right for herself, Harry and her new sisters. Not, if she could do it She was glad she was on the potion. She looked a few months pregnant with a tiny bump in her stomach. She had swallowed and taken in by her other two holes a total of forty-two loads from Harry. He had bathed her in another ten. She was sure Harry had taken a potion to increase his load size and taste. It tasted like strawberries, a flavor she did not like. She also estimated that all told, he gave her ten liters of his cum. It was early Sunday. She loved that Harry put her in his bed and let her go to sleep after he had held her for an hour.

Susan was the next to tap out. Susan Was scared. She had joking asked Hermione if the girl could clone Harry for one night. She wanted to be a total slut one night and be ganged by Harry. She also thought that only really bad girls let themselves be trained. It was her ultimate fantasy and horror. Now she was going to get it. Worse, Hermione had made the perfect toys for this. The enchantments on them ensured that she would not get any sore spot. That even muscle pain would be alleviated. Susan was just glad that there were no enchantment to simulate them actually filling her with seed. They all had seen Luna after Harry had shagged her. He had drank one of Hermione's sex potions before. Luna's tummy looked like she was a few months pregnant when he had cum. Luna was dripping cum for a couple of days. While Susan had wanted this, she did not want to look like or feel an over inflated jelly donut at the end. She was now the ultimate bad girl. She had been trained. But she was still a good girl. Only her Harry had shagged her. She knew she could be as bad as a dementor as needed, but still ride a unicorn. Despite the magic, her muscles felt on fire. She was sure she would be walking with a limp for a week. Harry took her to a hot bath then put her in bed next to Hermione.

Luna was next to tap out. Luna was happy. First was the tentacles. They all knew her fascination with the creatures from beyond. All those creatures had tentacles. How Hermione had changes the string to tentacles for her was fascinating. The ideas of tentacles running over her was both repelling and making her quim gush. Oh, but what the tentacles could do. They could penetrate her, caress her, and inflict bites, licks, stings, and sucks. They would expand and contract to stretch or release. Perfect for someone that did not know from one second to the next if she truly wanted pain or pleasure. After an unknown time she realized this was hell. The tentacles would edge her when she needed to come. Force her to come when she needed a respite. Inflict pain when she needed pleasure and the reverse. Also, Heaven. She had more pleasure and pain than ever before. Harry gave her the ultimate gift. He let he find her boundaries. Just like with the killings. Harry had tempered her. Now she was perfect for herself. Happy with herself. The perfect blade for her Harry and fellow wives. Harry noticed the girl instantly passed out so he put her next to Susan.

Last was Daphne. Daphne was a pure blood princess. She was trained from birth by her family to be so. She would never beg. In school, only around her friends did she let the mask slip a bit; no matter how much she wanted it to. Now, Harry was going to break her mask. If filled her with love and hate. Harry was going to remove her comfort, her mask. She did not know if she would ever get it back. He was also giving her, her dream. A time and place where she could only let go. Just be. Not a princess. Not an Ice queen. A randy girl who would let one of her loves; shag her as a normal girl. This was perfect. She did not tap out until afternoon tea time on Sunday. She demanded Harry put her on all fours and fuck her into unconsciousness. Harry did then put her in bed next to Hermione. Then Harry took the antidotes he needed; crawled across the bed and under the sheets, He had Hermione to the right, Susan to the left. Then he let sleep overcome him.

Once Daphne woke, she felt real. She had been forced to let go. This morning she could let go and shag Harry another round. Or she could put her mask back on until later. The choice was hers. She now had the choice. Her Harry had given her the gift, choice.

{S}

Harry felt bad. The girls wanted to spend all day enjoying Hogsmeade. Now the girls were all green as they were traveling in the Knight bus. It took about two hours before they got off the bus. After it disappeared, they all changed into wolf form. As a group, they skulked to the graveyard.

Once there, they searched the area and found only one grave disturbed. The grave was for Thomas Riddle. They then slinked back to the road and turned back human.

"Which one of you needs the most practice with the patronus charm?" Harry asked. Susan hesitantly raised her hand.

"Send it to Croaker, ask him to join us here, now," Harry ordered.

Twenty minutes later, they heard a pop and watched two masked unspeakables heading for them.

"Mister Potter, what did you learn?" One of the asked.

"We found an interesting riddle here; pardon the pun. One of the graves here is that of Voldy's paternal father. That grave has been disturbed. The cement encasement has been removed." Susan answered.

"We will take this information back and Croaker will get back to you." The unspeakable said as they both apparated out.

"Honeydukes?" Luna asked with a hungry look.

"Well after this and the bus rides. I think I deserve to treat you with chocolate, right ladies." Harry said.

{M}

Daphne Greengrass

Daughter, I need you at the ministry on the next Hogsmeade weekend.

I hope your friends are joining you at Hogsmeade.

Dominic Greengrass.

{S}

"Lord Greengrass?" Amelia asked.

"Madam Bones, what can I do with you?" Dominic replied.

"I received a mirror call. Susan said that Dumbledore has canceled Hogsmeade weekends for Harry and his ladies. Someone let the headmaster know that they left using the Knight Bus to leave the village."

"Bugger" He replied. "Are mirror calls secure?"

"No, Harry is also afraid that all owl posts are now being read before the owls are let into Hogwarts," Amelia replied. "For the safety of the students, of course. Harry does not want to push it yet. Why do you ask?"

"Croaker asked me to get a parchment for my daughter."

"Go to the three broomsticks this weekend. Leave the sealed parchment on the table when you see a group of puffs come. They will take it to my daughter. I will be able to get a message to Madam Sprout to send the puffs."

{S}

Dominic Greengrass was drinking firewhisky at the three broomsticks. He noticed that a puff came into the bar. She came over and motioned to the envelope. He nodded.

She took the envelope.

A couple of hours later at dinner in the great hall, Megan Jones put together a plate and handed it to Susan Bones.

Susan noticed something weird about the plate. She palmed the letter Megan had attached underneath it before she put it down on the table.

{M}

Potter

We have confirmed issues with you being in Hogwarts.

Your owls are being intercepted. Any letter sent or received is copied before the owls deliver it or leaves the castle. Albus can also stop any letter he does not like.

Albus has altered the school wards to listen to mirror calls or disrupt them.

I was notified by Amelia that you and your ladies are now banned from Hogsmeade trips. We have a coalition approaching the school board to deal with that.

Albus asked Stan Shunpike where you went. He got alarmed by where you went. A witch on board the bus said that she was sure Albus obliviated Stan.

I do not know what he is up to. We only know he is trying to isolate you. That by itself does not bode well for you. Speaking of the wards; there is no way he did not know who entered the wards. You are warned.

I have the information about why Voldy wants you at the cemetery. There is a ritual that could resurrect him. He would need a Horcrux near him to do it. It takes three other ingredients. One blood of an enemy taken by force. The others are the bones of his father and the flesh of one of his servants. I already switched his father's bones for another person's. If he is resurrected with that slight change, his magical power will be reduced by a large amount.

Unfortunately, I think we need to allow the ritual to be completed. We are sure he can only meet his final death if he is killed while in his human form and all his Horcruxes are destroyed. This ritual will let us see what his last horcrux is.

This slip of paper is a portkey. The activation word is mystery. It will take the bearer to the gates of Hogwarts. Just think of this as an ace in the hole.

Croaker

{l}

"Are you sure you want this as your reward for Fletcher? Harry asked.

"Yes, please. I will say nargel if I need it to end. Just act like a bastard and don't take no."

Harry started doing some minor alterations to the stocks. Luna tried them out she'd complained they were the wrong height and most uncomfortable. Harry fiddled with the side stands so they could be raised or lowered over a range of about twenty millimeters, letting him adjust them to whoever was in them. "There Luna, now try them."

Harry forced the girl to lean over the stocks and closed them over her, locking her hands and wrists in place. Then he moved the stocks down a little to what she considered a comfortable position.

That's when Luna found she had a little problem. She lifted the top bar of the stocks, meaning to take them off so that she was free. The bar didn't lift.

"Ah, Harry, the top bar is stuck. I can't get it off."

"Not stuck, Luna. Locked. There's an automatic catch to hold the bar in place. It is designed to trap naughty girls."

"Fine. It's locked. Can you unlock it, please?"

"I can," Harry said, sauntering up behind her. "I most certainly can. Not just yet though. There's another small adjustment I have to make."

Harry removed Luna's robe, she was naked underneath. She squealed in mock outrage and he laughed.

"You know, I bet this sort of thing happened quite regularly to any young ladies fastened to the stocks," Harry told her, his hand busy rubbing across her bottom and between her legs. "I can just see horny peasants hiding in the bushes around the stocks, taking turns to sneak out when the coast was clear and handing out a bit of personal punishment."

"After all, what's a little fingering or more between friends, especially when I have you at such a nice disadvantage? Just relax a little and enjoy the thrill of an illicit touch."

Luna was twisting about under Harry's trespassing hands, muttering soft curses and imprecations. Luna warmed up quite quickly under his touch. He could feel her heat and wetness growing. She was dripping. Harry internally laughed, this turned-on Luna.

Harry dropped his robe; he had nothing under them either. Harry stretched her lips and rubbed lightly between them a couple of times. Then he stretched them as his length was pressing firmly forward. Luna let out a mock outraged shriek.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she demanded. Trying to sound pissed while moaning in pleasure and need for more.

By this time Harry was about halfway he sighed in pleasure. "Ah, are you implying that you might want to refuse that which I'm offering?" Harry asked.

"Fucking no," was the very definite reply.

"Um, I'm confused," Harry admitted. "Are you saying no you don't want me to continue, or are you saying no, you're not saying no, in which case I can continue."

"Take it out," Luna said, and it sounded like she was talking through gritted teeth. Seeing her look; it was obvious she wanted to say something else but was playing the part.

"Um, well, yes, I will if you insist," Harry agreed, "but there is a slight problem there."

"What problem?" she demanded. "Are you saying you're not going to stop when I say no?"

"Well, probably," he told her.

"Probably? What do you mean, probably?"

"Well, I'd like to withdraw, very reluctantly. It's just that I think you want it in further."

"What?" A rather incredulous shout, "You bastard."

He flatly stated. "Would you like to be gagged too?"

She said in a tone that could only be described as sulfurous. "Not this time for the gag.

In the future though."

"Tell you what," he said amiably. "Instead of deciding right now just consider it for a minute or two. I'll wait." While waiting his hands slid up closing quite happily over her breasts, starting to gently tease them. She gasped but didn't say anything.

After a very short while Harry could feel her starting to move a little restlessly, twisting about a little on his cock.

"What say I just go a little deeper so you can get a better feel for things," Harry suggested. "It'll help you to make up your mind." With that, He pushed into her.

"No," she said quickly. "There's no need for that."

Harry stopped again, while he continued the pleasant task of rubbing her breasts.

"It doesn't matter if I say yes or no, does it?" she grumbled. "You're not going to stop no matter what I say."

"Luna, I am wounded. How could you say that? You must know I'd never force myself upon you."

"Wow. You're doing a pretty good imitation of it," she snapped.

"Well, the final choice is yours." He pulled out but kept his glands touching the entrance to her core. It was just enough to give her the impression that she could still say no, despite what she had originally asked for.

"I want to do this," Harry said softly. Knowing that she wanted him to shag her mercilessly.

"Oh, fuck you. You're a swine. Do it, damn you."

"Are you sure?" He asked plaintively.

"Yes, I'm sure. You win this one. Give it to me."

"As you wish." He drove in firmly, finding Luna quite prepared to push back against him, helping Harry penetrate her fully. Hands massaging her breasts Harry started to pump firmly into her.

"So how does it feel to be helpless?" Harry asked. "The poor maiden assaulted by the passing stranger, unable to defend herself."

"It's because she isn't a maiden that she probably wound up in the stocks," giggled Luna. "From where I stand it feels strange. I don't have any say in what you do. I'm stuck here until you decide to release me."

She gasped as Harry started driving in so hard. Luna was giving a litany of, "Yes, yes, yes, harder, damn you," and Harry was doing his hardest. Her scream was so sudden that Harry nearly separated from her in shock. Only the fact that Harry was also climaxing kept him hanging on to her.

"What the hell?" He asked her after he'd unclipped the stocks.

She knew exactly what I meant. "I like to scream occasionally," she said, sounding rather smug, "and this seemed like an excellent opportunity to let loose. Now please fuck me again until I am unable to scream anymore. It is why I did not want to be gagged; this time." She then put her head and hands back in the stocks. Hoping Harry would show her no mercy.

{S}

Albus was in a fury. The last task was a nightmare. It went wrong in so many ways.

The octopus killed the wrong student. He was just lucky that the creature could not tell anyone that it was sent after Harry; though the suspicion of that was bad enough.

The merfolk had been slaughtered. It was proof that Harry was going to be as bad as Tom. The fact that they were going to go back on their word or tried to rape and kill a child was not a factor. The girl was a veela; the merfolk had every right to kill her just for that. If they wanted to rape her first; that was on them. Not something the greater good needed to worry about.

Then someone altered his wards or switched the hostages' positions. He was positive that it was Harry that changed things under the lake so that the deaths were blamed on him. Only he was sure that Harry did not have the power to do it. His wand showed that Harry had not cast the spells to change the wards. So, who was this outside warder? Is this the last time this new person would impact his plans?

Then there was the murder of Mundungus. The serial killer had killed all the people involved in his plot to burn Potter out of his home. He had no proof that Harry was the killer. He knew where Harry was during all of them. If Harry was involved, Albus couldn't find proof the brat did those attacks. In this case, he was wrong, which couldn't be; who was the killer? Would the killer come after him?

At least there were some good spots. With Susan being one of Harry's girls; neither Harry nor the rest of them would break the rules or laws. That and bless Fudge. That idiot had Barty Crouch Junior kissed immediately. There was no trail back to himself now. He could deny knowing that Moody was a fraud. He also could deny knowing how Harry's name got in the goblet.

Drinking a glass of fire whiskey. Now to plan the last task. He would have to imperious Hagrid so that he would change out the creatures the committee allowed for creatures guaranteed to kill the brat and veela half-breed. The fact that Diggery would also die was not important.

After all, what was life when compared to his greater good?

{l}

"Harry, we need to talk," Susan demanded. Harry let her lead him into Susan's bedroom.

"What do we need to talk about?" Harry asked as he sat on the bed."

"You and Luna are the knife serial killer!"

"How do you know?" Harry asked amusedly.

"I know about the cursed dagger you have. I have seen it before." Susan stated.

"Yes, are you going to tell your aunt about it?" Harry asked.

"That depends, why? Why did you do it? Why did you have Luna kill Mundungus Fletcher?" Susan asked.

"Because of what those bastards did. My adopted mother and sister had to flee England because of them. Those two death eaters destroyed our home with fiendfyre. Fletcher gave them the location. Dumbledork ordered Mundungus to let slip the location to those bastards. Luna verified it with veritaserum. That is the why." Harry said with resignation. "I asked Luna to do the last one so it would give me an alibi. I only killed one of the death eaters; the rest were all Luna. I had to protect my family from the headmaster's manipulations."

"Albus?!" Susan squeaked.

"Yes, the headmaster decided to kill my legal muggle guardian, her innocent muggle daughter, and my magical adopted aunt. So much for the leader of the light, right?" Harry said. "So how could your aunt treat this?"

"This is bad. There is no way Auntie could do anything with this. If she did it would hurt all of us and Albus would still get away with it." Susan said sadly. "The people that died deserved it. I feel so terrible. Am I bad that I will not say anything to the Aurors?"

"I don't think so but everyone has to absolve their sins in their own way. I think if you feel you are bad; I can punish you." Harry said.

"You would make the pain go away?" Susan asked desperately.

"Yes, strip and get over my knees," Harry demanded. Susan did as ordered.

Harry ran both hands over Susan's round arse, digging his fingers into her flesh. Harry gave her a single hard slap, watching her cheeks jiggle. She tensed then relaxed. Harry spanked her again, and again, and before he knew it minutes had passed. No rhythm, so she couldn't anticipate the next slap. Her skin turned first pink and then red; she gasped with each spank, then yelped, then cried out. Harry then yanked Susan's legs apart. She tried to wriggle away.

"Hold still," He growled, getting a hand underneath her so he could roughly cup her core. His fingers squelched past her smooth lips and along the length of her crease. She was soaked.

"You like it when I spank you," he said, pulling his hand out and climbing up on the bed. "Do you feel that you have atoned for not doing the right thing?"

After she nodded, Harry got his other hand in her red hair and tugged, pulling her head back so he could shove two of his wet fingers in her mouth.

"Greedy. Taste how wet I've made you. One day I'm going to make you cum just by spanking you." Harry barked.

"On your hands and knees." As Harry dropped his pants and boxers. He then spread her legs apart so he could have full access to her cunt.

Harry grabbed his length and started rubbing the thick slippery head up and down between her labia from her clit down to her tiny hole, teasing her sex, trying to make his impending intrusion easier on her. Then, when she felt slick enough, he pushed the tip further between her lips and right up against her wet opening, then pushed some more. Slowly, he began to ease the head inside her, steadily gaining entry until the whole head was wedged inside her core.

Susan sucked in a quick breath. "Are you okay, Susan?" Harry was wondering if this would be too much for her. He was enjoying himself but he wanted her too enjoy this also.

Through gritted teeth, Susan whispered, "Slam it in."

"You have to breathe," he said. Susan took in a shaky breath. When she exhaled Harry thrust forward, pushing past the tight resistance of her entrance with his length in one go. Harry felt her contract in orgasm when he bottomed out.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to keep from moving too quickly. He wanted Susan to adjust to the feeling of his length inside her. Her pussy felt like a tight throbbing inferno around his length. Slowly he started moving his hips back and forth; slowly increasing his tempo; glad that Susan moaned in response. He made sure each downstroke had his hips slap her red ass.

He slid his cock out halfway, then slammed forward. Susan felt the pleasure of his shaft inside her as his hips slammed into her already hurting ass. As Harry increased his speed and forces of pleasure and pain grew higher and higher.

Finally, she was at her peak.

"Cum in me love!" Susan commanded as she came hard. Harry did as she wanted. This caused her to come once again before blackness enfolded her. Harry withdrew, quickly scourgify then drifted off to sleep with his witch.

{S}

"Very good, we're all here," Crouch Senior said jovially, preventing a response from Cedric. "So, does anyone know what we have here?" he asked as he waved his hand towards the Quidditch pitch. Harry was upset. Since Ludo had been killed, the ministry had resent Crouch Senior to do the final task despite the issues involving his now-dead son.

"A ruined pitch," Cedric said with dismay.

Crouch laughed. "Never fear, Mister Diggory. Your pitch will be restored shortly after the third task. So, anyone?"

As they all looked at the many lines of short shrubberies that were about a foot high, Fleur finally said, "A maze."

"Correct, Miss Delacour. In the center will be the trophy for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The first person to grab it will be transported back here to the entrance for the crowd to see who the winner is. Inside, there will be many obstacles that you must overcome on your way. Hagrid will supply some magical creatures,"

Crouch said. "You will each enter the maze one minute apart. The order is determined by the number of points you have so far. That means that Miss Delacour will enter first, followed by Mister Diggory, then finally Mister Potter. The only item you are allowed to have on your person at the start of the task is your wand, just like in the first task. Because of Mister Potter, nothing could be summoned now. Are there any questions?"

"Why can't we summon anything? That is not in the rules." Harry asked.

"It has been determined by the judges that all it would take is Cedric to summon his broom, a minute later, he would win. No real competition. No spectacle." Crouch responded. "An idea he would have because of your broom ride over the lake."

Harry looked at Fleur, and she nodded. "How is that a problem, neither Fleur nor I would care. After all the attempts on our lives; we would rather lose and live than die trying to win."

"That is nonsense, Mister Potter. It is your job as a champion to provide a show for the masses. Miss Delacour even volunteered to do so."

"Well, I did not volunteer. If my magic wasn't being held hostage I would just sit down at the entry and let whichever of the two sacrificial victims wants it; win."

"Well then, I am glad that your magic is being held hostage. If one or two of you did that; there would be hell to pay." Crouch said.

{S}

One hour later, Harry stood with the other champions at the entrance to the maze. The judges were also present, talking among themselves. The students from all the schools and a few guests, including Minister Fudge, were filling the stands.

Crouch cleared his throat noisily, his Sonorous already going. "If everyone will take a seat, we will start the last task." The cheering and applause were loud.

When it was quiet again, Crouch continued. "As you can see, we have a maze for the champions to run through for the last task. In the center of the maze is the Tri-Wizard Tournament's trophy. The first person to grab it wins." There was more cheering. "However, there are obstacles in the maze for the champions to get past and test their skill.

"First in will be Fleur Delacour, then Cedric Diggory, and last Harry Potter. Each a minute behind the previous."

Dumbledore looked Crouch at and nodded.

Crouch picked up a whistle. "Ready, champions? Miss Delacour you are up, are you ready?"

Speaking in French; "Yes, of course, I'm willing to suffer horribly and then die in the service of family entertainment." Harry laughed at the frowns on the judges. Then a whistle blew shrilly. Harry quickly wandless sent a tracking charm on the wands of the other two champions.

Harry noticed that Cedric used the cheers to cast a tracking charm on Fleur before she disappeared into the maze. Once Cedric started into the maze; he walked past Harry in what appeared to be a dreamlike state, his wand held loosely at his side. Harry frowned.

Curiously, he followed and still Cedric showed no awareness of him being close by. His seemingly leisured walk continued. It was when the boy turned to head down another path that Harry caught a glimpse of the vacancy in his eyes. Cedric had something that messed with his mind or he was under the Imperius Curse. Either one was not good.

Harry still followed while Cedric was following Fleur. Finally, Cedric stopped. Fleur was talking to a Sphinx. Just as they heard the sphinx tell Fleur to go ahead; Cedric cast "Cruciate" on Fleur. After half a minute, Fleur was on the ground, incapacitated. Cedric raised his wand and started to say, "Avada" when Harry said, "Diffindo." Cedric fell in two parts.

Harry quickly grabbed Fleur's and Cedric's wands and sent sparks up into the air. Harry waited. A few minutes later Flitwick and McGonagall appeared overhead on brooms.

"Mister Potter?" Flitwick asked.

Harry handed the two wands over. "I think Cedric was imperioused. He crucitused Fleur until she passed out. I caught the end of that. Then he started to cast the killing curse on her. I stopped that with a cutting curse. It killed Cedric."

Flitwick checked the three champions' wands verifying what Harry said. "I am so sorry Mister Potter, you did what you had to, to save Fleur," Flitwick said.

"Another fucking death eater. Probably one of the ministry fucks. Well since I am the last competitor standing. Do I have to continue in the gladiatorial blood sport?"

"Language Mister Potter. However, that is a good question, Harry. I will go check and have Crouch meet you at the maze's entrance. That will require you to start over if you still have to finish this maze." McGonagall said.

"I have an idea, Harry," Daphne said.

"This should be good. What has my sexy, intelligent snake come up with?" Harry teased.

"They said you cannot summon anything. They will make it impossible to summon anything for the third task. But if you strap this special vial of Barty Junior blood to your ankle, we can improve the trap for Voldy."

"How will that work?" Harry asked.

"The goblet will not figure this is cheating because it has nothing to do with the task. The vial is enchanted not to be noticed by magical detection. It also has but one spell on it. When you bleed, it switches your blood for Bart's. I am just glad I snagged a vial of his blood." Daphne said with pride.

"Ingenious! Croaker said the resurrection ritual also needed my blood. Blood of an enemy. Crouch was his ally." Harry said.

"It gets better," Hermione said.

"Really, and what trick do you have to add my beautiful bookworm?" Harry asked.

"Just like with Daphne, I had to figure a way around the goblet. Your right trainer now has a portkey, stamp twice, or say flee. It will not be active unless you are more than 5 miles from the school wards." Hermione beamed. "Just like the vial; the goblet will not see this as a cheat. If everything goes as the judges' plan; you would never use it. But we both know you likely will."

"Where does it land me?" Harry asked.

"The emergency portkey destination at Saint Mungo's." Hermione said.

"Excellent, now come here and get your kisses as rewards," Harry said with a goofy smile.